Stay With Me by J. Lynn

Jennifer L. Armentrout writing as J. Lynn. This is third book in the Wait For You series. Wait for you is a romantic thriller and Jennifer does not disappoint. 

Calla Fitz is a 21 year old college student with her goals set in mind with the 3 F's : Finish College, Find a career in the nursing field, and Finally Reap the benefits of following through on something. Well Calla's plans come to halt when she realizes her mom cleaned out her college fund and racked up credit card debt in her name. Calla is forced to return home for summer break and attempt to recover some of the money her mother stole from her. This results in Calla facing a past that she never planed on returning to. Calla walks  into Mona's bar and instead of finding her mother she meets the hot bartender Jackson "Jax" James. Holy Smokes Jax is the epitome of hotness and is based on Theo James!!! Calla soon discovers her mother messed with the wrong people. Calla has the unfortunate faith of being dragged into her mother's mess. The only option is to find her mother as soon as possible. With the help of Jax, they work together to find her mother. It's obvious Jax has more interest in just helping Calla find her mother. Calla does not have the time to get involved with Jax. She just wants to focus on finding her mother and get back to her life and her three F's. 

I think Stay With Me is the best in the series thus far, and Jax just maybe my favorite character Jennifer L Armentout has written. It's most likely due to the fact hes based on Theo James.Oh and he reads. 

"Oh my God, guys that read were like unicorns. They only existed in fairy tales."

 I recommend everyone read this, but you should read Wait for You (Cam and Avery's story) and Be With Me (Teresa and Jase).

I'll leave you with an excerpt from Stay With Me

EXCERPT:

As I lay there, trying to swallow a loud, obnoxious yawn, I remembered something he’d said when we first met, about life being too short. I imagined he had firsthand experience with shortened lives while he was serving. That mentality came from experience. I got that now. Could even understand it, but there was something I didn’t understand. 

“Why?” I asked.

There was a beat. “Why what?”

Jax sounded tired, and I should shut up or point out that I was now tired and could sleep, so he could leave. But I didn’t. “Why are you here? You don’t know me and . . .” I trailed off, because there really wasn’t anything left to say. 

A minute went by, and he hadn’t answered my question, and then I think another minute ticked on, and I was okay with him not answering because maybe he didn’t even know. Or maybe he was just bored and that was why he was here. 

But then he moved. 

Jax pressed against my back, and the next breath I took got stuck in my throat. My eyes shot open. The sheet and blanket were between us, but they felt like nothing. 

“What are you doing?” I asked. 

“Getting comfortable.” He dropped an arm over my waist, and my entire body jerked against his. “It’s time to sleep I think.”

“But—”

“You can’t sleep when you talk,” he remarked.

“You don’t need to be all up on me,” I pointed out.

His answering chuckle stirred the hair along the back of my neck. “Honey, I’m not all up on you.”

I freaking begged to differ on that point. I started to wiggle away, but the arm around my waist tightened, holding me in place. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he announced casually, as if he wasn’t holding me prisoner in the bed. 

Okay. The whole prisoner thing might be melodramatic, but he wasn’t letting me up. Not when he was getting all kinds of comfy behind me. 

Oh my God, this was spooning. Total spooning. I was spooning with an honorary member of the Hot Guy Brigade. Did I wake up in a parallel universe?

“Sleep,” he demanded, as if the one word carried that much power. “Go to sleep, Calla.” This time his voice was softer, quieter.

“Yeah, it doesn’t work that way, Jax. You have a nice voice, but it doesn’t hold the power to make me sleep on your command.”

He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, but the most ridiculous thing ever was the fact that after a couple of minutes, my eyes stayed shut. I . . . I actually settled in against him. With his front pressed to my back, his long legs cradling mine, and his arm snug around my waist, I actually did feel safe. More than that, I felt something else—something I hadn’t felt in years. 

I felt cared for . . . cherished. 

Which was the epitome of dumb, because I barely knew him, but feeling that, recognizing what the warm, buzzing feeling was, I fell right asleep.

Wicked by Jennifer L. Armentrout

In honor of Jennifer L Armentrout and our love for supernatural I had to  put a few supernatural gifs in this post.

So Jennifer L Armentrout aka J. Lynn has a new book coming out and its New Adult Paranormal!

 Wicked  is about fae and is  going to be released December 8, 2014!

 This is the book synopsis:

Things are about to get Wicked in New Orleans.


Twenty-two year old Ivy Morgan isn’t your average college student. She, and others like her, know humans aren’t the only thing trolling the French Quarter for fun… and for food. Her duty to the Order is her life. After all, four years ago, she lost everything at the hands of the creatures she’d sworn to hunt, tearing her world and her heart apart.


Ren Owens is the last person Ivy expected to enter her rigidly controlled life. He’s six feet and three inches of temptation and swoon-inducing charm. With forest-green eyes and a smile that’s surely left a stream of broken hearts in its wake, he has an uncanny, almost unnatural ability to make her yearn for everything he has to offer. But letting him in is as dangerous as hunting the cold-blooded killers stalking the streets. Losing the boy she loved once before had nearly destroyed her, but the sparking tension that grows between them becomes impossible for Ivy to deny. Deep down, she wants… she needs more than what her duty demands of her, what her past has shaped for her.


But as Ivy grows closer to Ren, she realizes she’s not the only one carrying secrets that could shatter the frail bond between them. There’s something he’s not telling her, and one thing is for certain. She’s no longer sure what is more dangerous to her—the ancient beings threatening to take over the town or the man demanding to lay claim to her heart and her soul.



 Here is an excerpt from Wicked:
Clasping my cheeks with his large, calloused hand, he swooped in and tilted his head. He kissed me, right there on the side of the street, in front of Brighton and Merle’s house. And it was no chaste or quick kiss. I didn’t even think Ren knew how to do chaste kisses.

His warm mouth moved over mine, insistent and seductive. With my hands clutching the helmet between us, all I could do was let myself be swept away by the feel of his mouth on mine.

And it did feel damn good.

The bike still hummed under us, and as his tongue glided over mine, I gasped into his mouth. I felt his lips curve into a smile against mine, and I wanted to pitch the helmet into the street and climb all over him.

Ren’s mouth brushed mine as he murmured, “Mmm.”

“What… what was that for?” I asked, blinking.

He laughed as he turned, turning the engine off. “It was a ‘just because kiss.’ Get used to it. You’re going to get a lot of them.”

I stared at his back. “What if I don’t want them?”

He looked over his shoulder, arching a brow. “You want them.”

I sighed. I did want them.

 

Ren